You know, sometimes we're just too clingy.
Love letters are disingenuous. All the words have
already been said by everyone else. By better men than you. No wonder
she's so bored. Every sweet thought you commit to page is just
meaningless garbage. We all strive to be adored, and yet all we offer
are the meaningless platitudes we've been force fed until we spew them
out like foie gras gone wrong. Now the woman you've tricked yourself
into believing will be yours is bored and your words have ruined her
dress.
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